Long Gritted Poems
Long Gritted Poems. Below are the most popular long Gritted by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Gritted poems by poem length and keyword.
Off to bed with no love in my head,
of all the places my saviour should be,
out, with her mother is not it.
She should be here, to protect from neglect.
When the teeth snapped and the belt came off,
where were you?
I was four,
or five,
you should be here,
by my side,
not out drinking,
not out not thinking about my tanned hide.
I was only playing, laughing at most.
Then down it came with a crack,
a stunning numbness shook my five year old core.
There stood the beast, eyes furrowed, frowned.
I jump,
he's faster,
i'm pinned,
i'm down.
Through clenched, gritted, spitted teeth "why won't YOU go to sleep?"
But...
...where is my story, my bath, my hug?
Why is it cigarettes and whiskey you love?
Where is my saviour, she does not exist.
Roles are reversed when you are at work,
Through gritted, pitted, smoke stained teeth she growls.
And I cry for you, as I cried for her...
Form:
You will see me stopping here
To watch this bar fill up with laughter
Between the darkest evening of the year
And the dusty light that has drawn us near.
You must think my accent is strange
Mumbling sounds in a downy lake
With effectual ease and hoary winding age
For a stranger to ask if there is some mistake.
Although your acquaintance is lovely
This red street is dangerously dark and deep
And I have far to go before I sleep in the ally
Where fear is the only other sound to weep.
At the collects bar, the tourist ask
Whose drinks are these you did not know?
I could only see the glow in the glasses
filled with deadly ice-cold snow.
The moment finally came after living hard
with poise and strength, and gritted teeth,
In all the dangers you have survived
breathless bodies in paradise plated in the heat
Blood on the bar appears to most as sauve
The center of activity to be loved and hate
With dark clouds and lights lowered above
Red ground, saddest verge feels the weight.
Secrets beneath the skin...
I was beaten down by lust sin
Camouflaging with the resemblance of rejection reflection
If you cared for me, you'd run away with another love...that love you're adorned with with affection and you earned your acception
Your thoughtless talking
Got me running and walking
Our reflection of cyber-sensation is not genuine
You're playing with my feelings and head now...that's mean...
Where have you been?
I have lost you...once again...
How can I forgive you, boo,
When we can't see face to face?
Searching all over for you too
Am I just this overwhelming disgrace?
Oh, What now?
Ah, now what?
You have taken me on levels of frustration...I weep sleep in awake agitation
Watching the process of abuse over the years
Shallow swimmer, shadows out if the closet of velvet hesitation
You and I together drives me in bittersweet tears
In instant return,
I get your rejection reflection
I internally burn
Not involved in your life of successful intervention....
Oh no, not anymore...
Hurt alone to the core...
I shed my blood of hate for our love on my own
And, in your eyes, I'm a pitiful fool and the aftershocks of your actions had made it known and let it be shown...I don't care, I'd rather bleed in the inside alone...
Alone, I will probably be...
Not alone, you're so free...
I will never know
The pain I put your through
You raise a brow
Because the rain of radiance and haven honesty and the mystery of it left us blue
I made it crystal clear...you did too I fear
That I love you, despite your downfalls
Fixated on freefalls up in here, down in here
I admit it...with gritted teeth...you broke me like the Jericho walls
You’re still the same untouched and aloof
Too sharp for lies too blind for proof
No one comes close to your pace
A ghost with charm…a vanished face
Money chased becomes a stain
Crossing the line to dance in the rain
Laundered bills and crooked pride
A smirk you never learned to hide
Blunt at edges and slow to heal
Pain you press but never feel
Twist and flex to slip beneath
The pressure cracks your gritted teeth
Typos keyed with frantic hands
Dreams lost in the greedy sands
Slippery slope missing your flight
Clinging to your code beneath neon light
Creeping in silence wrapped in haze
Speech runs in drunken phrase
Throwbacks worn like second skin
The past still trying to escape and begin
Sunrise pierces the horizon’s seam
A slow unraveling of a dream
Overrun yet standing foolishly proud
While dreams dissolve inside a cloud
Pride balloons behind your grin
Drifting high on air too thin
You’re still the same both near and far
A fading shape behind a damning scar
Back and forth you haunt the steam
Trading truth for one more scheme
Clock rewound but sold your stake
Hope was just a risk you had to take
Future in jeopardy after your skid
Belittled by what time once hid
Think fast…you’re completely losing track
Strays like you don’t make it back
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand.
Should use zinnias or roses that are banned?
Decides upon an honored verdant ginger jar
Muse stirs up imagination from afar
Maestro’s every keystroke magnificently planned.
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand
Waiting now for proud pink zinnias to come to life
The lovesick artist paints them for his lovely wife
Painting will be revered for hundreds of years
This knowledge might well reduce Verster to tears
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand,
Ginger jar intelligently feathered and fanned.
Wife adored this one, thought it was his best.
Her enthusiasm was not a real test.
Artist gritted up paint with particles of sand
Masterful paint strokes of his artistic hand.
The universe won't be upset by your singing.
It doesn't matter if a piece is played on a string.
The ache in our throats hasn't disappeared.
You've lived well if you've never suffered.
My pen sparked passions within its curtilage.
My pulse rushed as I uttered a single knowledge.
The note pages are host to a mythical beast.
Only you can have my pen a talented artiste.
The books author has made the google-verse.
Become a poet to avail illuminate the universe.
I'm meditating on some blistering poems.
What are you if you aren't, soul diadems
In the light of love, the cosmos is our home.
Glory to Him who has lovers on metronome.
Who hunts his lengthy lovers truths at twilight?
Is it founded on the promises of a sleight?
Nectar and days are linked in my mind.
With a rock in my throat, I gritted my grind.
Written: September 8, 2021
Her kind named her weak, a flaw—night.
Disposable, bone-thin, unblessed—night.
Fate left her cracked on hostile stone,
under an alien, starving sky—night.
No bright warriors came, no oath, no tone;
only a human, half-dead, drawn—night.
He lifted her onto his back,
and would not set her down—night.
They crossed poison deserts, copper-dry;
lungs burning on each stolen breath—night.
Fire-storms tore their borrowed shelter,
ash kissing lips like quiet death—night.
They threaded empire-ruins, iron-mouthed,
where old crowns rusted into blight—night.
Survival hardened into trust,
a gentle chain in gritted fight—night.
Loyalty grew fanged; mercy grew wings;
their shadows braided tight—night.
Maybe love, dangerous and clean,
took root in scars, in shared fright—night.
Then the twist: he was her rescue.
She was his sentence, his light—night.
Two mothers who never met were connected by tragedy, murder and death.
They gave birth to two different offspring that in one moment would alter both women’s lives.
Violet did her best to raise James in a gang infested neighborhood.
Lettice was a wild spirit living on the edge and highly misunderstood.
Violet worked two jobs while Lettice worked her mouth for a living.
Fast talking Lettice gave birth to Cosmo, who supported his mother by drug dealing.
“Stay away from the streets” said Violet. “Education will one day be your way out, son.”
She didn’t know he would be leaving sooner--the day he encountered Cosmo holding a gun.
James refused to go down without a fight, before collapsing from bullet wounds.
Soon Cosmo was arrested and later escorted inside a crowded courtroom.
In court Violet lashed out, but Lettice quickly lashed back at the distraught lady.
“It’s your dead son’s fault,” screamed Lettice. “So don’t blame this on my baby!”
Cosmo was sentenced to 20 years as Lettice broke down, consumed by pain and hurt.
Violet shook her head and said, “How can she cry like that when mine is in the dirt?”
“A mother’s pain times two equals two losses and no wins,” cried Violet.
“Losing a child is something I don’t wish on anyone, not even you!”
Shoulders slumped, Lettice looked at Violet, gritted her teeth, and screamed, “Is that all?”
Two grieving mothers, but while Lettice has 20 years, Violet will have a lifetime of tears to fall.
Lettice didn’t care abut Violet’s pain. Her only concern was her child and nothing else.
Until she received a call from prison a few months later. “Sorry to inform you, ma’am, but your son hung himself.”
With tears in her eyes from hearing what no parent wants to hear, she thought of Violet and dropped the phone.
It’s truly a shame when no one cares about another person’s pain until that pain is made their own.
A baby is born
A baby cries
Welcome to the world
Welcome to the lies
You'll grow and grow
See life through a child's eyes
Mystery unknown under magic skies!
The senses you'll feel
A world so big, so unreal!
The taste of young love
The dreams that seem so very real
The mind awakens in you
You can't be prepared for how you'll feel
A burning desire to do what you should not do
Be prepared to be misunderstood
Be prepared to do good
With gritted teeth you'll see what lies beneath the skin in the conflict in thee
Be prepared for adulthood
See the world through grown up eyes
Protect the mind behind your eyes
For all the fears and all the lies
That breed out or grown ups
Dismissed, overlooked, meaningless cries
Where cruelty exists, where they smile at your cries
For the lies you will tell, and you will tell lies
For all the pain you subject from feelings you'll disguise
When the animal within sees so clear through your eyes
All the wrongs that you right, all the rights that you'll wrong
Will mean as much to you as the blinks of your eyes.
He ate a caterpillar sandwich
Just to prove he could do it
He just gritted his teeth and
Chewed his way right through it
He washed it down with turpentine
Which he preferred to any wine
Ate a chunk of matured horse
As his favoured second course
His dessert was a trifle smelly
Being served in an old welly
Frog legs steeped in prunes juice
Just to keep his functions loose
If it was edible he would try it
Really liked a varied diet
His fame grew as a gourmet minger
Celebrity status as hash slinger
Every week with language obscene
He appears on your TV screens
He doesn’t care what you think
Doesn’t need respect or thanks
Just keeps checking his accounts
In his five or six offshore banks